Finally I found out where I was to be assigned. A site on Osan Air Base called
Bucket Site. It was the largest site in the company and called Bucket Control
Site. I was going there by way of K-6 Pyongteck but not on the train this time.
I would have to go in a truck convoy which turned out to be the worst trip in
my life and do not want to talk about it much now. I will say that I nearly
froze to death riding in the back of a duce and a half truck. I also lost most
of my personal gear and uniforms which were in another supply truck. That was a
hard way to learn about Korea's infamous Slicky Boys but I did and I know
that I was not the only one either.

The base at K-6 was called Camp Humphries and was the largest installation I
had been on since arriving in country about a week ago. It was a helicopter
base and had CH-47 Chinooks stationed there as well as other small aircraft.
Larger planes and jets used Osan AB about 15mi North of Pyongteck. Most of
Co C was stationed at K-6 because there was a Dial Exchange, switchboard,
phone and line detachment, microwave and a VHF radio site.

I believe the XO was
in charge of this section of our Signal Company while the CO at Taejon oversaw
the isolated sites and entire radio system operation. I did not like it there
at Camp Humphries because it was too military and sterile for me. All the
barracks were in a row, the streets had names, the Mess Hall was large and like
at boot camp and there were officers all over the place. That meant saluting
and proper uniform dress all the time.

Outside the main gate from the base was a town made up of a strange combination
of old and new era society. Momma and Papa san with babies carried on their
backs and black stove top hats and long bamboo pipes of the older men to the
loud, flashing Disco Bars and dance girls of the 1970's.